Page 20 of Dark Truth

Today had been … eye-opening. It wasn’t just how many of them there was; it was the twins and their similarities, holding the baby, and talking to her parents. Who were very odd people, I’d decided, but got on with making conversation with them. They weren’t necessarily cold, just a tad reserved. Kind of like my adoptive parents.

Emily’s parents would warm to me, as the James couple had, and would lose some of that rigidness over time. I hoped. Her dad wasn’t a man I wanted to make an enemy out of, no matter how old he was. I could feel it when he shook my hand. He might be elderly now, but he still had power.

The women, the subtle ways they guided their men was amusing, until I realized Emily did the same with me. I didn’t mind, she’d made a huge difference in my life, she’d brought joy where there’d been sadness, but it was amusing to know she had womanly ways.

Then the babies.

I’d held a baby.

I could still feel his weight in my arms, soft but reassuring, while at the same time the most terrifying thing I’d ever done. That might have been the most amazing part of the day. Apart from how pleased Emily was on the drive home. She’d been quiet but smiling throughout the drive back to our place. That had been worth the headache that eventually developed between my eyes.

It would take some getting used to, being around her family, but I could do it. I’d have to, if I wanted to keep her in my life. Which was something else on its own.

I’d already made the decision that I wanted to keep her in my life, even if it might not be fair to her. I’d pushed her away for a long time, afraid of what it would mean, of what might change in my life. I hadn’t realized that the changes would be good.

Yet, there was still the question of my health.

I poured a small glass of scotch, my medicine didn’t allow any more than that, and watched as my hand shook when I picked the small glass up. The tremor didn’t stop, as it usually did, and I felt a twinge in my back. I winced, put the glass down on the table, and sat on the couch.

My hand kept shaking as if something had taken control of my limb, and I tried to make it stop. I clenched my fist, shook my arm, stretched it over my head, but nothing made the tremor stop. Finally, just when I was about to get up and scream down the phone for my doctor, the tremor stopped.

I sighed, reached for the glass, and took a sip. The heat of the liquid burned down my throat, but I savored the sensation. I’d have to tell Emily. That’s all there was to it. It was unfair not to tell her.

I decided I’d tell her the next day. I wanted one more night. Just in case, one more night snuggled up close to her. One night where she didn’t look at me with pity or disgust. Just one more night of her loving touch.

I finished the drink and went into the bedroom. I dropped my clothes and slid into bed behind her, naked. She turned into my arms and wrapped herself in me.

“Decided to join me, did you?” she asked softly, sleepily.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” I pushed my face into her neck and inhaled her scent.

“Mm, I’m glad. I was missing you too.” Her hand moved down between us to grasp me in her hand. She was an expert now, and her touch was perfect.

I groaned when her hand tensed around me and began to move. Slow at first, easy to enjoy as the pleasure rippled through me. “Don’t stop, Emily.”

“As if I ever would,” she whispered and moved away enough to trace kisses along my jaw.

I felt like a young boy, uncertain and unsure, as she moved along my body. Everything felt new all over again, and when her tongue circled around my nipple, I gasped. I’d forgotten how good that felt. She squeezed the small nipple, much smaller than her own, and licked the tip she held between her fingers.

A jolt shot through my dick, and I moaned.

The sensation mixed with the feelings that came from her hand wrapped around my dick, and I wasn’t certain I would last much longer. I held my hand over hers and pushed her back with my shoulder.

“Let me love you, Emily.” I’d never said it to her before, not that I remembered, but it seemed right now. I wanted to worship her, to love her, even if I couldn’t say the words to her.

I said I love you with the soft kiss I pecked on her lips. I told her how much I adored her when I sank my teeth into her neck and then licked. Her taste was nectar on my tongue, and so I moved down, to gather more of her unique tastes. She tasted like cherries along her neck, but her breasts tasted of the raspberries her tight nipples reminded me of.

I’d known a lot of women in my life, I’d fucked a lot of them, but none of them had ever been Emily. None of them had ever made me want to scream with something I had no way to define. I licked her nipple before I sucked it into my mouth. Her hips rushed up at me, hit my right hip, and I pushed her body down. My fingers dove into her folds, and I teased her there, my fingers a soft strum against her clit.

When she began to sigh my name and claw at my shoulders, I moved my hand so my palm would press into her clit, while my fingers delved inside of her. I stroked her, softly, then faster, following the pace of her breath at first.

When her breathing became erratic, when her skin was flushed and perspiration started to speckle along her skin, I sucked hard on her nipple. The effect was immediate, and her thighs clamped down on my hand. Her back arched, and I felt satisfaction throb in my dick. It was a beautiful sight to watch Emily come.

I thought women were afraid to let a man watch them really let go, but Emily had never been ashamed. She let go, her back arched, her head went back, and she forgot to breathe. It all made me even harder for her. That was what a woman’s pleasure did to a real man. A boy might laugh, but a man drinks in the sight of his woman’s pleasure. As I did now.

Emily’s hands started to scratch at my shoulders, and I knew she wasn’t done. I’d waited, I’d tried to hold myself back, but as she took off again, I lost my grip on my control.

I nudged her legs apart and sank into the heated depths of her. She was slick, hot, and so tight around me that I shuddered. It felt so good when I was inside Emily. She made me feel alive, like there was no end to life, and that we would live forever.